A couple lived next to us - second floor of the house. Beautiful...but fought bitterly. He was violent. She loved him. Police came a few times. Once...to wait while she zoomed off in her car. One day, I was coming back from the store, and they were on the sidewalk saying good-bye. You could almost taste their sorrow. They were saying good-bye because although they were in love, they brought out the worst in each other. I tried not to look as I walk onto the road to give them space.

He was gone. She was safe...yet missed him. Weird. Relationships are never easy.

The image of this moment haunted me...until I wrote it into a two-minute play...a play produced a few times.

Find one of those moments in your life you have been witness to, the on that keeps playing in your head like a film clilp...and write it into a short scene. From there, who knows where it will lead.

When you are done, post it in a seperate thread here, and people will comment. Don't forget to give gentle comments on other people's scenes.

One of the things that makes a writer a writer, is the watching...and remembering.

I did a little play but it was not really what you were looking for. I just rush in without thinking. Just something that happened a few weeks ago. Not one that has been on my mind and keeps playing and playing over. I'm sure I have some of those. So supose I better get working.